We Want More Smores!

Our passionate spring cleaning effort to scrub and straighten this household into some semblance of order had an unexpected benefit. Somewhere in the dark recesses of the kitchen cabinet, behind antiquated mixers, hoards of tupperware lids, and sun tea jars we found our smores maker.

We remain convinced we have the only kids on earth that don't like graham crackers, but they were giddy at the sight of chocolate and marshmallows. They had no idea what smores were, but they learned two new equations:

marshmallows + fire = yummy toasted fun

marshmallows + (fire x 2) = yummy blackened fun

It was hard to make them understand the danger of the fire, as they narrowly missed knocking over the sterno can a couple times and occasionally dangled a hand or arm over the flame a little too long. We're still working on that lesson.

As a family we consumed far more chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers than we will ever admit (and we've disposed of all the evidence). As a result of this evening's sticky, sweet treat, the kids now ask for smores on a daily basis - minus the graham crackers (of course?).